Stacy Finds A Better Job

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All characters are fictional and are eighteen years of age or older.

Stacy had just turned 18 before going off to college in the big city. Her family was very proud of her, being the first ever to go to college. Even though her green eyes and blonde hair highlighted her good looks, she was self-conscious about her height and weight. One day she would feel that her 110 pounds made her look too skinny at 5'6". But then she'd think that her 36D breasts were too big. She worried what the other kids at college would think of her.

Having grown up in a small town, Stacy knew all the other kids and they all knew her. The boys thought of her more as a sister than the sexy young woman she was. Because of this, Stacy was still a virgin, and the thought of sex made her nervous. Sure, she had watch porn - maybe a lot of porn. But she figured those girls were just acting and the sex was just for show. There was no denying that some of the scenes really turned her on, though. Since everyone in her small town knew each other's business, she had never felt comfortable exploring her own desires or her fantasies from porn. But now that she was in college, she was starting to feel like she had been missing out.

When her parents dropped her off at her dorm, her roommate was not around. Stacy moved her things into the bedroom that was unoccupied. Her parents left to back and tend to the farm without ever meeting her roommate. About an hour after her folks left, her roommate, Rachel, showed up.

Rachel was a confident, outgoing, voluptuous redhead. Stacy immediately found herself drawn to her warmth and energy. They spent about an hour getting to know one another before Rachel decided that they needed to tour the campus and the local hangouts. Rachel was from the suburbs and was living on campus to avoid the commute and to really experience college life. She knew all the right places to go and things to do. After they had eaten dinner and toured what seemed like most of the campus and the city, they returned to their dorm room. They bid each other good night and went to bed.

Over the course of next couple of weeks, Rachel and Stacy became best friends. As they spent more time together, Stacy started to feel a flutter in her chest whenever Rachel was near. As they got settled into the routine of classes, studying and working, they also settled into a routine together. Most evenings, they'd cuddle on the couch, watching movies and sharing a blanket. Rachel would occasionally kiss Stacy on the cheek or forehead, and Stacy would feel a spark of electricity run through her body.

Stacy was caught off-guard one night when Rachel kissed her full on the lips, rather than the quick peck on the cheek that had become customary. Stacy just took it passively - at first. When Rachel came in for a second kiss, Stacy realized that the feelings she had were more than just friendship. She wanted more. She returned Rachel's kiss with what she hoped was passion. She had only kissed a few boys and they were clumsy compared to Rachel, so she had little to compare to.

Over the next few nights, their kissing increased in frequency and intensity. By bedtime, both girls were out of breath and left wanting more. Stacy wasn't sure what that looked like, since she had never really thought this way about another girl. One night, Rachel took Stacy's hand and led her to her bed. They lay down together, and Rachel started to gently kiss Stacy's lips. Stacy felt a rush of excitement and nervousness, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she let Rachel guide her, teaching her how to kiss and touch.

After a few days repeating this routine, Rachel took the lead again and after they got into the bedroom rather than just kissing and touching over their clothes, she began removing Stacy's clothes from her passive form. When all that was left was her panties, Rachel stepped back and said "Your turn."

Stacy hesitantly stepped forward and began to remove Rachel's form-fitting clothes. This required that she basically rub her hands over most of Rachel's curvy body. As she did so, she could feel a wetness developing in her panties. Stacy decided she didn't want to stop when she got to the panties. She looked up into Rachel's eyes and saw the same desire she felt within her.

Stacy knelt down in front of Rachel and reached up to the sides of Rachel's skimpy panties. She hooked her fingers in each side and slowly slid them down Rachel's shapely legs. When she reached the floor, Rachel grasped Stacy's shoulders and stepped out of them. As she did, it automatically pulled Stacy's face ever so close to her neatly trimmed pussy. Stacy could smell an aroma that reminded her of her own aroused scent. But somehow it was different, sweeter, more enticing, than her own.

Stacy really didn't know what to do next, so she stood, embraced Rachel and they kissed. The both moaned as their naked breasts touched for the first time. Stacy felt like her nipples were on fire as they grazed over Rachel's. Their hands roamed each others' backs, tracing sensual circles on each other. Rachel's hands drifted down to Stacy's panty-clad buttocks.

She slid her hands under the waistband at each side and dragged them down as she knelt in front of Stacy. As Rachel had just done, Stacy grabbed her shoulders for support and stepped out of her more modest panties, revealing a full blonde bush. Rather than immediately standing, Rachel leaned forward and nuzzled her nose right into Stacy's now steaming pussy. She inhaled deeply, then planted a tentative kiss right on Stacy's distended clit.

This unexpected kiss sent a shiver throughout Stacy's already overstimulated body. She wasn't sure how she felt. She pulled Rachel up, stared into her lust-filled eyes and said, "Not yet. I don't think I'm ready for this. Yet."

Rachel's gaze softened and she said "OK, I get it. I'm ready, REALLY ready, whenever you decide you are."

Over the next few days, they continued with their usual routine, except now each evening ended with them snuggling naked in one bed or the other. Sometimes they'd fall asleep together, other times each in their own bed. But invariably one of them would awaken and have to release the sexual tension by jilling off. Sometimes once was not even enough.

As the days became weeks, Stacy found herself struggling to make ends meet. She was working part-time at the bookstore in the Student Union, but it wasn't enough to cover her expenses, much less have anything left over for fun. She was starting to feel desperate, and she didn't know what to do. Rachel suggested that she needed to find something that paid more with less time commitment. Stacy thought, "yeah, like what?"

One Monday, while leaving work at the Union, Stacy spotted a help wanted ad advertising modeling careers, and it promised high pay and flexible hours. Stacy scanned the QR code and saved the contact for AHF Talent, LLC into her contacts. She felt a spark of hope: maybe this was the answer to her financial problems.

By Thursday, Stacy had worked up the courage to call the number for AHF Talent. She made an appointment for an initial interview the following afternoon, after classes. The address was a really fancy hotel, and Stacy was a little intimidated. But she was determined to see it through, now that she had started the ball rolling.

That night when Rachel got home after work at the spa where she was an assistant manager, Stacy told her about the appointment. Rachel helped Stacy check out the company's web site and look up the hotel. It all seemed very legit. "I'm super proud of you for taking a chance on yourself," she told Stacy.

They went through their nightly routine, cuddling, kissing and touching each other. They both got very worked up, but both had big tests on Friday and decided that they should just go to bed. Stacy could hear Rachel getting ready for bed, as she got undressed. Then, the rustling of clothes and so forth stopped. It was replaced by a low humm.

After a few minutes, Stacy could hear Rachel tossing and turning on her bed. She crept out into the hall and peered into Rachel's room through the door which was left slightly ajar. She saw Rachel, naked on the bed, sliding what appeared to be a rather large penis into her obviously dripping snatch. As Stacy watched, Rachel withdrew the phallus from her pussy, her lips seemed to grip it and try to keep it inside her. The humming also got a bit louder.

"Wow, I had no idea Rachel had a vibrating dildo. If that feels half as good as it seems, I may need to get one of those for myself." was all Stacy could think. But then. a little moan caught her ear and her attention went back to the scene on Rachel's bed. Rachel was now rapidly stroking the girthy, silicone cock in and out of her tight hole.

Stacy thought to herself, "She must be getting close to cumming. I can't wait to see that!" And within a few seconds, she did see it.

Rachel began to buck up into the rubber dong and forcefully shove it deep into her wet pussy. Her back was arched up and her legs began to quiver, then to shake outright. She had her free hand over her mouth to try and muffle her ecstatic cries. After about 20 seconds, she slumped back down on the bed with the dildo still fully insider her and still running. Every few seconds her whole body would twitch and then relax, until finally, she removed the toy from her pussy. She placed it on her nightstand and rolled over away from the door and quietly sighed, "That would be so much better with Stacy..." and drifted off to sleep.

Stacy went to her room and did some tossing and turning of her own. Only she couldn't get the image of Rachel orgasming out of her head. She wanted to jill off, but knew she would want more and wouldn't be able to resist going to Rachel's room for it. And, she had a test in the morning and the interview in the afternoon. She sighed a sigh of frustrated horniness and tried to go to sleep.

Friday morning arrived way sooner than Stacy expected. She got up, dressed for class and decided to grab a coffee and a bagel in the Union on her way to her test. The rest of her morning was just a blur. She couldn't get the vivid images of Rachel out of her head. She knew the test material, so she wasn't worried about that. But, she was still a bit nervous about her modeling interview. On the way back to the dorm, she stopped off to get a mani-pedi at Rachel's spa, deciding on a deep red color. She was hoping to see Rachel there, but was told she was studying on campus.

Back at the dorm, Stacy took a quick shower and put on her sexiest bra and panty set. She applied a bit of makeup, which was unusual for her. And got dressed in a cute, short sundress. She felt nervous and unsure, but knew she had to give this a shot. She just wished she weren't so damned horny. Thinking about Rachel for over 18 hours now had her really hot and bothered.

She took an Uber downtown to the hotel and went up to the room number that had been provided when she set the appointment. She stood outside the door for a few moments, working up the courage to knock. She took a few deep breaths and knocked firmly on the door. When the door opened, she was greeted by a handsome man of about 35 who introduced himself as Brad, the talent agent. He then introduced his pretty, girl-next-door assistant, MaryAnne. The room was actually a very lavish two-room suite.

Brad had her sit on the loveseat, while he and MaryAnne sat in chairs across from her and asked her some basic questions. Stacy answered them but felt very awkward and out of place. They both could sense Stacy's nervousness, so MaryAnne tried to put her at ease, offering her a glass of wine. Stacy had never had alcohol of any kind before, but she accepted. MaryAnne got up and returned with a glass of white wine. Instead of taking the same seat as before, she sat beside Stacy on the loveseat. Stacy took a sip and already began feeling a little more relaxed.

As the questions continued, they got a bit more intimate. Questions about her personal life, her views on nude modeling and erotica, her sexual preferences and experience. Stacy answered them all honestly, but started to feel a little uneasy. As Brad asked about her sexual history, MaryAnne began flirting with her, touching her arm and shoulder. Stacy didn't know what to do, but she tried to play it cool and asked for a bit more wine.

Brad moved on to talk about the business aspects of her modeling and asked if she had an agent or manager. She said no. He replied, "That's fine. Lots of models represent themselves, at least at first. But, no matter what, everyhas to sign a standard modeling release form." He handed her the form, which she signed without reading,

As she signed, Stacy felt a little pang of doubt. What was she getting herself into? But Brad and MaryAnne saw the look on her face ande reassured her, telling her that everything was fine. They offered her another glass of wine, and Stacy took it, feeling a little more relaxed.

The interview had now been going on for about 30-45 minutes and Stacy found herself getting a bit tipsy. All this talk of royalties and copyrights was a bit over her head, but she was answering their questions and laughing, feeling a little more at ease. But she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Brad and MaryAnne seemed nice, but she didn't know what their true intentions were.

As the meeting came to a close, Brad smiled at Stacy and told her that she would be perfect for their modeling agency. MaryAnne had continued to flirt with her throughout the interview, and Stacy's mind kept wandering back to Rachel. She thought "Why?! That's just making me hornier and hornier - and I can't do anything about it!"

He asked if she had a portfolio, or even just a head shot or two. She didn't. He explained that they would need a portfolio for her to be put forward for any jobs, and offered to shoot it for her right then, for free. Stacy, still feeling a little tipsy from the wine, agreed, thinking that it would be a great opportunity. Brad told MaryAnne to get Stacy ready for the shoot.

MaryAnne took Stacy to the bedroom of the suite, where she had set up a hair and makeup station. There were also lights and cameras set up, which Stacy assumed were for the portfolio shoot. What she didn't notice were the hidden cameras recording everything from multiple angles.

MaryAnne started to work on Stacy's hair and makeup, but as she did, she also began to caress Stacy's skin, touching her shoulders, arms, and waist. Stacy felt a shiver run down her spine, but she didn't pull away, thinking that it was just part of the process.

As MaryAnne worked, she told Stacy that she needed to change into some specific clothes for the portfolio. She told Stacy to undress. Stacy looked for a screen or somewhere to undress, but MaryAnne informed her that, in modeling, wardrobe changes had to be fast and that there was no time for modesty. Stacy realized that made sense and began by slipping off her shoes. She then pulled the sundress up over her head, fully exposing her lingerie-covered body, MaryAnne couldn't help but comment on Stacy's beautiful form. She told Stacy to continue, that they had some lingerie for her, as well. Stacy hesitated, so MaryAnne stepped up to help her. As she undid Stacy's bra, she caressed her perky, 36C breasts, eliciting a sigh - almost a moan - from Stacy. Then, she slid her hands down Stacy's sides to her waist and hips before sliding her hands under the waistband of the bikini panties and sliding them slowly down Stacy's firm, shapely legs. She did it with a practiced touch, making Stacy feel like she was being worshipped.

When Stacy was naked, MaryAnne commented that she would need to "take care of" Stacy's lush bush. Stacy didn't know what she meant, but she soon found out. MaryAnne had her sit naked on the side of the large tub in the en suite bathroom, and spread her legs. Stacy was a bit buzzed and so horny that she complied without argument. MaryAnne got some shave gel and applied it to Stacy's pubes. It felt cool and tingly. MaryAnne massaged it all around Stacy's vagina and pubic mound.

When she encountered no objections, she spent some extra time massaging then area around Stacy's clit, MaryAnne could see that her ministrations were having their desired effect. Stacy was breathing a bit more shallow and her eyes were dilated. She took her time, carefully shaving Stacy's entire pubic area especially around her clit, again. By now, Stacy was squirming a bit and little moans were escaping her pursed lips. After shaving her, MaryAnne got some lotion to soothe Stacy's freshly shaved skin. She made sure to apply plenty to Stacy's most sensitive areas.

As MaryAnne massaged the lotion into her skin, Stacy began to feel like she was on the verge of orgasm. Stacy couldn't believe what was happening, but she couldn't deny the pleasure she was feeling. MaryAnne kept her on the edge for several minutes, teasing her and stroking her skin and "accidentally" brushing her clitoris with her fingertips. It didn't help that she had been horny since last night watching Rachel ger herself off.

Finally, MaryAnne finished the job with a quick kiss to Stacy's clit, which almost pushed her into orgasm. Stacy gasped, shocked and feeling like she was going to cum, but MaryAnne just smiled, winked at her, and told her to get dressed.

The clothes MaryAnne had chosen for Stacy were revealing, to say the least. A very short black dress, a sheer black bra and thong set, a black garter belt, dark stockings, and 5-inch black stiletto heels. Stacy felt like a completely different person as she put on the clothes, and MaryAnne made sure to caress and stroke her skin as much as possible as she touched up her hair and makeup.

As they finished up, MaryAnne called Brad in to do the shoot. Stacy was feeling nervous and excited, but also a little unsure of what was happening. As the photoshoot began, Brad posed Stacy in various positions, the usual hand-on-hip, looking over the shoulder, twirling, etc. He then instructed her to sit on the bed, stand against the wall, and lean against the dresser, snapping photos and filming her from different angles. Something about Brad's voice and commanding manner made Stacy feel like she had to follow his instructions. The fact that MaryAnne kept touching and adjusting her hair, her dress, her arms, her stockings, etc. did nothing to quench the fire burning between her legs.

As the shoot progressed, Brad asked her to remove the dress, revealing her black bra, thong and garter belt for customers looking for a lingerie model. Stacy felt a little uncomfortable, but MaryAnne's presence, touch and encouragement helped her to relax. Time seemed to go into slow motion as MaryAnne helped Stacy unzip the form-fitting dress, then moved around to Stacy's front and slid it down her lithe body. MaryAnne let her hands linger on Stacy's bare skin as she lowered the dress to about knee level. MaryAnne knelt down in front of Stacy.

MaryAnne motioned for Stacy to step out of the dress. As she did, MaryAnne's face was ever so close to her steaming gash again. Stacy put her hand on MaryAnne's shoulder for balance as she lifted her left leg out of the dress. Stacy looked down and could see MaryAnne's eyes locked onto her thong. She stepped out of the dress, then repeated the process with her right leg. As she looked down this time, MaryAnne's eyes were looking right back at her, dilated and lusty. MaryAnne licked her lips, then stood and took the dress away.

Brad continued directing Stacy into various poses, starting with simple standing poses, then progressing to sitting. He had her cross and uncross her legs, lean this way, then that. She was in a daze, from the wine, the lights, and the attention from MaryAnne. Eventually, Brad had her lie back on the bed. As he continued to direct her into more ane more provocative poses, he told her to remove her panties. She followed his instructions, leaving her in just the garter belt, stockings, and heels.